[Kirk watches her shift because he'll never cease to be kind of taken with it. she makes it look flawless and kind of pretty, which he figures would probably be strange for most people. then again, everytime she does that he's reminded that she's never wearing any clothes and that isn't really something he needs to think about right now.
instead, he feels something in his chest clench up when she slides the dress on. seeing her wear it jars him, knowing what she's committing to, that she'd probably be able to be Starfleet if she'd been in his universe. but it also reminds him of home, of Uhura and of Gaila and of everything that was back there waiting for him. he can't tell if he's happy or if a hole has opened up somewhere in his stomach, threatening to swallow everything like a singularity.
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instead, he feels something in his chest clench up when she slides the dress on. seeing her wear it jars him, knowing what she's committing to, that she'd probably be able to be Starfleet if she'd been in his universe. but it also reminds him of home, of Uhura and of Gaila and of everything that was back there waiting for him. he can't tell if he's happy or if a hole has opened up somewhere in his stomach, threatening to swallow everything like a singularity.
so he smiles.]
You look great.